Dear Professor Graham

I never was one for changing

names, or facts –

You may remember me,

Another mediocre poet who ambled

Through four years, never quite rising

Much above where I began.


I am writing to say that

After years of fits and starts

Pounds gained, children birthed,

Loved ones lost and also found –

That haggard muse has returned and

I am writing again


To say

I am trying harder,

Waking earlier, reading more

Is all I wanted you to know.


Without a guide,

Limping along,

As if chased by my shadow

In ridiculous noir fashion,

chased by years of

Clamoring words and

Poems that never happened,

Except to me.